I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one nightWhen an XKE pulled up on the rightHe rolled down the window of his shiny new JagAnd challenged me then and there to a drag

I said "You're on buddy -- my mill's running fineLet's come off the line now at Sunset and VineBut I'll go you one better, if you've got the nerveLet's race all the way -- to Dead Man's Curve"

(Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play(Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away(Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"

The street was deserted late Friday nightWe were buggin' each other while we sat out the lightWe both popped the clutch when the light turned greenYou shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine!

I flew past La Brea, Schwab's and Crescent HeightsAnd all the Jag could see were my six taillightsHe passed me at Doheny then I started to swerveBut I pulled her out and there we were - at Dead Man's Curve

(Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play(Dead Man's Curve... )

"Well, the last thing I remember, DocI started to swerveAnd then I saw the Jag slide into the curveI know I'll never forget that horrible sightI guess I found out for myself that everyone was right"

Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve

(Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play(Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away(Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"

(Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play(Dead Man's Curve) you'd best keep away(Dead Man's Curve) I can hear 'em say"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"